O Lord, let my words be laced with honey
For the bitter truths I offer as food.
Call brother-man to be brother-blood;
Soften granite hearts to Your woos.
Draw us as flies to Your sweet fruits
and remove our hostile haze.
Syncopate our mouths to Your heart beat
and thread us into Your loving gaze.
When my enemies lash at me,
Strengthen my bones to love;
embolden me to baffle them with kindness
and show them Your mercy is enough.
Let us clasp hands in Your righteousness,
before all time is through.
Before the purge; the cleansing wrath;
before each knee buckles to You.
Passionate like a bear. Stubborn as a ram. Systematic as a rocket scientist.
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